Nude: the song speaks to me of psychological self-sabotage, of what is sometimes so inevitable about it, of a dynamic where the lofty idea that we have of ourselves and of what we are called to do, along with its procession of dreams and projects for which we get carried away, collides with the fact that nothing takes shape. All that remains is the self-reproach for believing in it again and again, for always getting caught up in it – for ultimately making ourselves live through hell, through renewed disappointments.

À nu (exposed) : it was necessary to preserve the self-examination implied in the title of the song – someone who is nude cannot hide anything, they expose their vulnerability – and the self-reproach, which I felt was present in the very pulse of the music, which evoked for me the weight that we drag. In the transition to French, I leaned into a more specific type of recurring reproach: that of the man who believes he has never done anything but repeat the same mistakes in his relationships with women and who expects to experience, inevitably, yet another disappointment. Repetition, fatalism, an uncompromising look at oneself: these are the keywords of the same psychological dynamic in French and English, even though the nature of the introspection differs.